Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The countdown has reached zero.

The battle moon accelerated.

The gravitational tides formed an invisible giant wall in its direction of travel. Warships that got too close would be captured by the gravitational field, deviated from their course as if sucked into a vortex, and then smashed to pieces on the moon's armored surface.

An orc cruiser was caught by the moon's gravitational field and, after struggling for a few seconds, was sucked onto the moon's surface.

The size difference between a sphere with a diameter of 1,200 kilometers and a warship with a length of 2 kilometers is like a bowling ball crushing an ant.

The cruiser's keel broke upon contact, and the entire ship was compressed into a thin layer of metal that adhered to the moon's armor.

The moon advances through the starry sky, crushing everything in its path.

Orc warships, Chaos escorts, and floating wreckage fragments were all dragged, collided, and crushed by gravity.

Ugalax witnessed this scene from the Ark.

"All firepower on that sphere! Ferryman, adjust course, I'm going to use the Ark's ram..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

The gravitational field of the battle moon has locked the Ominous Ark in place.

The massive hull of the Soul-Devouring Coffin began to deflect uncontrollably in the gravitational tides, and even the full-power reverse thrust of its propulsion could not escape the terrifying gravity originating from the planetary mass.

The ark was held up.

Immediately afterwards, boarding torpedoes were ejected from launch silos on the lunar surface.

Dozens of solid torpedoes struck the hull of the Ark in a very short flight time, penetrating the armor layers and tearing open the internal boarding passage.

The White Tiger Squad and the Bear Guard's combat suicide soldiers poured out of the torpedo wreckage and launched a crushing clearing operation inside the Ark.

Ugalax felt the vibrations of its flagship.

The gray-clad men were simultaneously storming into the core area of ​​the Ark from more than a dozen directions, so fast that his Black Legion adjutant didn't have time to organize a defense.

The Demon Prince will no longer wait.

He personally leaped into space from the Ark's open platform, his demonic greatsword slicing through the void as he swooped down toward the nearest boarding breach on the Ark's surface.

The 30-meter-tall demonic entity left a dark red warp trail in space, its imposing presence terrifying.

He wanted to crush these intruders with his own hands.

Ugalax landed on the ark's armored hull, and with a swing of his demonic greatsword, he cleaved two combat warriors who were cutting through the bulkhead in two.

His power is indeed terrifying; the Demon Prince blessed by Khorne is physically capable of going toe-to-toe with the Imperial Knight mechs.

Just as he was about to rush into the breakthrough point, a static force field activated thirty meters in front of him.

A figure stepped out from the light screen.

Lawson looked up and glanced at the Demon Prince.

Have you seen my soldiers?

The shadow of the Demon Prince enveloped Lawson entirely.

His gaze lingered for a second on the dark gold giant claw in Lawson's right hand. Then he turned to the double-edged battle axe in Lawson's left hand.

Ugalax let out a low laugh.

Hold the demon greatsword upright in front of you.

This fifteen-meter-long weapon is called the Soulbreaker, a demonic weapon blessed by Khorne himself, with the souls of three Imperial Saints, personally slain by Ugalax, sealed within its blade.

"Arrogant mortals."

Ugalax held his greatsword horizontally across his chest, adopting the starting stance of Khorne's swordsmanship. "You stole the Warmaster's claws, and you stole Angron's axe."

"Today, I will remove these two items from your corpse and return them, along with your head, to the War General. The Lord of the Skull will rejoice at my sacrifice..."

"You talk too much."

Lawson's terrifying psychic power pressed down.

Ugalax's physical body can withstand a volley of fire from the Imperial Titans' main cannons, and his warp energy can resist most psionic attacks.

In his ten thousand years of war, he once withstood the Grey Knight Master's psionic storm head-on without suffering any damage.

The Khorne runes on the demonic greatsword burned fiercely, and dark red warp energy surged from Ugalax's body.

The psychic field swept over, like a tsunami crushing a sandcastle.

Ugalax's Khorne shield shattered the moment it made contact.

The dark red energy barrier was torn apart like a sheet of paper by Lawson's psychic powers; Khorne's Blessing was utterly powerless against it.

The psychic field pressed down on Ugalax's shoulder.

It felt as if the gravity of the entire planet had suddenly concentrated on his shoulders and knees.

His brass armor emitted a piercing metallic scream under pressure.

The demon sword slipped from his hand.

Ugalax's knee slammed into the Ark's armor.

A 30-meter-tall demon prince, Khorne's favorite, and commander of the Cataclysmic Fleet, kneels before a 2.3-meter-tall human.

Dark red flames flickered wildly in Ugalax's burning eye sockets.

The demon prince tried to roar, but the psychic field had already pressed down on his jaw, preventing him from even opening his mouth.

Lawson walked up to Ugalax and looked up at the drooping, gigantic head of the demon.

Upon closer inspection, the Demon Prince's face appears even more grotesque and twisted than it does from a distance, with its beast-like head, curved horned crown, and warp flames spewing from its eye sockets.

The five dark gold finger blades of Horus's Claw unfolded under the starlight.

Five finger blades pierced Ugalax's neck simultaneously; his brass armor and demonic skin were as fragile as paper before the Emperor's Golden Flame.

The blade penetrates deep into the cervical spine, gets stuck in the joint, and then tears outwards.

The demon prince's head was ripped off his neck.

The headless body fell backward the instant the psionic field dissipated, crashing into the ark's armor with a deafening bang.

The Khorne runes on the brass armor went out one by one, like light bulbs being unplugged.

Lawson held Ugalax's head in his hand. The dark red flames in his burning eye sockets were rapidly dissipating.

[Slay the Demon Prince Khorne, the Soul Eater Ugalax]

[Warspace Energy: +300,000 points]

[Memory capture: Completed, currently analyzing...]

[Divine-level traits being extracted...]

[God-level trait extraction complete: Fierce Battle Spirit]

[Effect: Within the psionic field's coverage area, the physical attack power and defensive resilience of all combat sequences are increased by 10%. This effect resonates with the psionic field, and its coverage area expands in tandem with the number of nodes.]

Lawson felt the power being injected into the swarm network the instant it appeared.

It's like plucking a string on a giant spider web.

10% doesn't sound like much.

But multiplied by 210,000 combat suicide soldiers and tens of thousands of Xiong Guards, the total number is terrifying.

The essence of Khorne is war and killing.

As Prince Khorne, Ugalax's soul was imprinted with the laws of war bestowed upon him by Khorne.

Make your followers stronger through blood and fire.

Lawson's system extracted, purified, and re-encoded this law, turning it into a temporary amplification effect, which was embedded in the underlying architecture of swarm intelligence.

Thus, Lawson extracted three god-level traits from the three high-level targets of the Chaos faction.

Anglon, the pinnacle of mechanics.

The most impure are those whose spirits are entropy reversed.

Ugalax, where the fighting spirit soars.

Lawson threw the demon prince's head on the ground and bent down to pick up the demonic greatsword, Soulbreaker, from beside the headless body.

Lawson stored the greatsword in his armory and turned to look behind him.

Qianxian and Aishi stood a dozen meters away.

The two Slaanesh demons quickly calculated in their minds how long they could hold out against Ugalax at his peak if they joined forces.

The answer is probably three to five minutes.

Lawson took ten seconds.

Eight of those seconds were spent listening to the Demon Prince's nonsense.

Lawson ignored the two great demons' inner thoughts.

His attention was focused on the Ugalaxian memory that swarm intelligence was analyzing.

Several key pieces of information have surfaced.

Ugalax has successfully recovered four key fragments for Vashtor in the past two years.

The exact locations and handover process of these four fragments are recorded in his memory, meaning that Lawson now has a grasp of some of the operational details of the Washtor fragment recovery network.

The fragments of Arthasmore do exist, and the resonant signal points to an ancient temple near the planet's equator, the Great Observatory.

Before Ugalax's search party could even reach the area, it was bogged down by the combined interference of the orcs and the Tau.

The Ugalax Disaster Fleet includes one Ominous Ark and two heavy cruisers.

The Ark's ferryman is still operating, but due to the continuous consumption on the battlefield, the Ark's demon engine is already running at low power.

Lawson's lips curved into a slight smile.

He turned to the boarding breach on the Ark armor and issued commands to the swarm network.

"Seize this Ominous Ark, purify it with golden fire by the Ferryman, seal the Demon Engine for disposal, eliminate all Chaos personnel on board, and seize the equipment."

At this time, the White Tiger Legion and the Bear Guard's advance team had been advancing inside the Ark for nearly ten minutes.